I have exactly 22 days remaining in law school. Technically I need to pass the bar to be a practicing attorney, but the end is in sight like concrete to a bungee-free bungee jumper. If graduation wasn't sobering enough, I recently had another reminder of how close I am to working for the next 35-40 years of my life.
I feel the need to offer an addendum to "Milk and Cookies." First some background. For those of you who did not read my ramblings yesterday, I can sum things up in a few words: "Nathan = paralyzing apathy." Jason wisely pointed out that we need to cling to good memories of the past while anxiously awaiting those to come—he is correct.
Am I so uninteresting that I have no thoughts worth sharing? I could share interesting tidbits so any readers can know that a hand-written will is invalid in the state of Kansas. Perhaps I could discuss the irony of classmates cheating in an ethics class, but nothing has inspired me to put fingers to the keyboard. Hopefully that simply means I've firmly established my standards for what qualifies as inspiration.
Tonight I had my first experience at the Allen Fieldhouse, named after legendary head coach, Forrest "Phog" Allen. KU played archrival Missouri in the Border War, which stems back to the civil war when Kansas "Jayhawkers" waged guerilla attacks on the confederate state of Missouri. The civil war ended in 1865, but the schools resumed athletic battle starting in 1891 on the football field. The border wars have been raging ever since and KU celebrates by breaking out the "muck fizzou" shirts.
